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Happy Monday, folks, Doris here. Slightly late this morning, because I woke up to the news that there was another terrorist attack in London. This time on a group of Muslims as they were leaving a Mosque. Words fail me, they really do.

I shall never understand the mentality of terrorists.

There is speculation of this being a revenge attack on Muslims, and again I have to ask myself. WHY?

How is attacking innocent people going about their daily business going to ever achieve anything?

Anyhoo, onto happier things. The first story in my new series The Vampire Games releases tomorrow.

WOOT!

I have to smile to myself as I’m writing this sitting in front of a fan, and doing my best impression of melting… Wall to wall sunshine out there, so hot, that my fair skin can’t cope with it even with sunblock on, so I’m playing chase the shade.

Just imagine if you were a Vampire? Atlan, the vamp in my story Sold can sustain a small amount of sunlight, but to quote him…

Evangeline Prewitt has had better days, weeks, and quite possibly months. A rent increase on top of a huge car repair forces her to seek out her boss for financial help. His solution? Enter The Games.

Evie has her doubts about being sold off to the highest bidder—who would want a plump waitress? However, desperate times call for drastic measures. Besides, it’s only sex. What can possibly go wrong?

Atlan St. James seeks out The Games for a little distraction. This three-hundred-year-old vampire is drawn to the delicious human bundle of curves the minute he sees her. Evie will be his, at least for the night. What neither of them counts on is the instant connection between them. After all, sex is easy. Emotions are far more difficult to negotiate.

As far as Atlan is concerned, the only solution is to let his precious angel go.

She gasped and stopped talking when he cupped her pussy through the sodden lace and found her clit at the top of her hood.

“Not God, sweetheart, just your average three-hundred-year-old vamp at your service.” Atlan dropped his voice as she clenched her thighs, and her hips surged downward to seek more pressure from his fingers.

“You’re…oh, please, don’t stop…you’re three hundred? And oooh, I…”

Instead of answering her, Atlan caught her screech of surprise in his mouth as his lips crashed over hers at the same time as he pushed the underwear out of his way and sunk two fingers knuckle-deep into her clenching core. Her internal muscles grasped his digits, and he thrust in and out of her cunt while he kissed her senseless.

Evie didn’t hold back. She flexed her hips and whimpered her need into his mouth while kissing him back with the same fevered urgency he experienced. The buttons on his shirt pinged off in all directions in her haste to get him undressed. Her fingernails scored his skin, and the sweet pain made him lose what little control he had left. Atlan took over, wrenched his lips off hers, and flipped them so that she was underneath him. Having pinned her hands back above her head and secured them with the restraints attached to the headboard, he yanked her downward, so that all her bountiful curves were his for the taking.

Her eyes widened when he divested himself of the rest of his clothing, and he groaned in relief when his dick sprang free. Evie’s corresponding whimper of need and the way her gaze snared on his erection made him even harder.

“Oh. My. God.”

Evie licked her lips, her gaze riveted on the action of his hand as he stroked up and down his length slowly. He tapped her thighs in a quiet command, and when she immediately opened to him, displaying herself, he smiled.

He gripped himself harder, ran his thumb through the drops of pre-cum coating his thick head, and used the natural lubrication to work his dick harder. Evie started panting and tried to close her thighs, but he was having none of that. He swatted her pussy once and his girl tensed and groaned.

“Please, I…”

Her reaction made him do it again, and again. Her eyes closed, her head thrashed from side to side, and each well-placed slap brought her closer to release. To see her writhing on the bed, so close to release, so utterly inhibited in her responses, made him ache to be inside her. Atlan gripped the bottom of his shaft hard to stave off his own release, as one last well-placed and much harder swat meant she tumbled over that edge with a scream to bring in the neighbors, had he had any.

Luckily his staff knew better than to intervene, and that was the last conscious thought Atlan had before he ripped off that sodden lace, which prohibited his view of her juicy pussy, buried his face between her thighs, and lapped up her need.

Grasping her luscious ass cheeks, he lifted her up and drank down her arousal. Evie didn’t disappoint as she locked her thighs around his head and rode out the multitude of orgasms he wrung from her. Atlan latched onto her clit and sucked that little hard nub into his mouth while he sank his teeth into her moist flesh. Evie went wild underneath him, the scent and flavor of her life essence mixing in with her cum, as she screamed her release. Atlan released his hold on her clit, licked the wounds closed, and tunneled his tongue into her clenching hole instead, while he took her arousal all the way back between her ass cheeks to that little ring of muscle guarding her other entrance.

He rimmed that tiny hole, as she tensed her hold around him and pulled on the restraints tethering her to the bed. By the time he breached her butt with his tongue, shoved several fingers into her pussy, and fucked her with his fingers, she flew again.

Atlan murmured his encouragement into her perspiration-soaked skin, as he licked a path back up over her quivering belly until he reached the heavy mounds of her breasts. Circling each nipple in turn, he bit down lightly, leaving his teeth marks on the soft tissue. Only when she started to whimper and plead for him to stop, did he align his aching cock with her slick entrance and thrust deep with a groan of his own.

Her quivering cunt muscles closed around him like a hot, wet fist, and Evie gasped. She arched her head back, offered her delicate neck for him to take, and without thinking about anything but the need to make this woman his, he sunk his fangs into her neck while he started to fuck her in earnest.

Evie screamed and shook as her blood filled his mouth and her pussy sucked him in deeper. Harder, faster, he drove into her soft body like a madman, intent only on seeking his own release, satisfied with the knowledge that she met him thrust for thrust, until they came together in a mind-shattering orgasm, which took over every atom of his body, as she convulsed under and around him.

Posted onDecember 21, 2015by|Comments Off on Christmas came early for Doris (@mamaD8) Auctioned to the Protective Dom #BDSM @sirenbookstrand

Hello, lovely peeps, Doris here. I’m sure you heard me squeal last week, because Auctioned to the Protective Dom, book 4 in my Spectrum Auctions Series hit the #1 spot on the M/F Bestseller list at Bookstrand.

Woot!

Doubly exciting, because it’s still on pre-order. Jonas and Rissa’s story releases on 23rd December, just in time for Christmas. Seeing it doing so well, certainly gave me an early Christmas present J

So, without further ado, here’s an exclusive excerpt from Auctioned to the Protective Dom. Be warned, it’s hawt 😉

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“I see you like that idea, little one.” The approval in his voice pitched her need for him higher and she brought her arms down in an attempt to touch him. Jonas, however, wouldn’t let her.

“Let’s secure you a little bit more, and as your breasts are so responsive I reckon we should tie them too.”

Rissa didn’t think it was possible for her breathing to speed up even more, but it did so. Blood rushed in her ears, and in the next instant her arms were freed. Soft leather restraints wrapped around her wrists instead and Jonas’s weight rested on her torso for the short time it took to clip her wrists to unseen fastenings on the head board.

He gave a sharp tug to each arm as though to test she couldn’t get free, and Rissa moaned again when it dawned on her what the sticky trail of fluid he left behind on her belly was. His cock jumped and pulsed, as he trailed it higher, circling her nipples with what had to be the velvety head of his shaft. Jonas groaned and in the next instant his fingers, slick with fluid entered her mouth.

“Taste what you do to your Daddy, little one.”

Rissa sighed around the thick digits and eagerly licked them clean. His spicy, salty, yet strangely addictive flavor exploded on her taste buds, and Jonas swore when she bit down on his fingers, and then sucked hard.

“Minx.” She grinned around her mouthful, hearing the strain in his voice. “Two can play that game, little one. I wonder how wet you are for me. Time to find out, just as soon, as I’ve done this…”

Rissa would have bowed off the bed, had Jonas not straddled her legs again as rope encircled her breasts and ribcage. The slightly rough feel made her nipples burn and tingle, as he rubbed the rope across it, before tightening it either side.

“Oh, oh…” Rissa gasped the words in-between moaning around the red hot need his manipulation of her sensitive flesh did to her. There was pain as he tightened the ropes, pinching her nipples between two thin lengths of rope, and reaching underneath her arched back ran that length across to the other side. The more he secured her into that harness, murmuring endearments the more Rissa found herself slipping away. Deeper into the sensations of the rope caressing her skin. The pressure of her breasts, as they contracted and molded into the shape Jonas’s expert handling forced them into.

By the time the tugging stopped Rissa floated in her happy space, dimly aware of Jonas calling her his very good girl. Cool air whispered across her hot pussy, as Jonas pulled her jeans off, taking her soaked underwear with them, and she gasped as he spread her legs apart.

Something rough rubbed across her clit repeatedly, and Jonas laughed as she tried to wriggle away from it.

“You’re so fucking wet for me that my rope is already soaked. Someday soon, I’ll tie you in rope dress, with a length right through here.” He slid his fingers through her pussy lips, and Rissa bucked her hips upward, desperate for him to touch her clit and make her come.

“Not so fast, precious little one. All good things come to those who wait.” He laughed out loud at her frustrated moan, and then there was the feel of yet more rope, as he brought her knees up and tied her ankles to her thighs.

Once he was done the bed dipped again, as though he was sitting back to admire his handy work. Sure enough over the blood rushing in her ears, the frantic beats of her heart, she could just about hear his deep voice praising her.

“Such a good girl. If you could see yourself, all tied and open for me. And so very, very wet.”

He swiped his fingers through her wet slit, making her pant harder. Her pussy muscles clenched and yet more of her juices trickled down between the cleft of her ass cheeks. By all rights Rissa ought to have been embarrassed at how wet she was, but the approval in his voice left no room for self-doubt. Tied as she was, unable to move, unable to see, the only thing she could do was take what he gave her. Believe him, as he called her precious, and beautiful.

She felt him part her labia further, and his hot breath skittered across her clit. The little bundle of nerves contracted further. It already felt hugely swollen, as did all of her pussy.

“Such a nice, wet, juicy cunt for me to eat. I’ll give you permission to come, little one. In fact, I want you to scream, and gush for me as I claim what’s mine. Are we clear, girl?”

One maddeningly slow, long lick followed that strained speech. Rissa jerked as he circled her clit, but withdrew before she could go over that edge. Oh god, it wouldn’t take much at all. She was so aroused, so damn ready, it was a physical ache that made her muscles clench and her stomach quiver. Tingles of need shot out from her clit to every part of her body right up to her fingertips and the soles of her feet. Every nerve seemed alive and poised to send her body into complete melt down at Jonas’s command.

A sharp bite to the inside of her thigh focused her attention back on the man, whose erection was a hard rod probing her leg.

“Please, Daddy, I want… I need…ow.” Another, much harder bite to her other thigh this time brought tears to her eyes, only to be immediately replaced by joyful need as Jonas licked, and then kissed that spot.

No one believes that more than Jonas Sorenson.So when he sees the shy little sub he has been trying to get close to for ages up for auction on the Club Spectrum stage, there’s only one Dom who will get her—him.

Rissa Nauenburg hates being the center of attention, so being on show in the auction proves too much for her. Caught in the middle of a panic attack, she has no time to appreciate the fact the one Dom she has been secretively lusting after for ages has won her.

Her distress makes Jonas more determined to protect her. It’s perfectly obvious to Jonas that someone in her past has hurt Rissa badly. Under the terms of the auction she is his for twenty four hours at least.